I'd gotten a patch of dyshidrotic eczema on hand that wasn't healing no matter what I tried. I finally resorted to wacky things I read on the internet.
This, however, is what you look like when you're doing face exercise, so you know, don't post pictures of yourself doing it on the internet or anything.
Even when you win, you lose. (Incidentally, the face I'm making here is the same one I made each year when the elementary school photographer told me to "smile" for my class photo. Haha).
On Saturday morning, I was (obviously) feeling a little lazy and elected to skip the whole "getting dressed" nonsense and go directly to reading cool articles on the interweb. I guess I lost track of time and was sitting there long enough for Meredith to grab my camera and take this totally sneaky photo of unaware-me browsin' in the buff. After years of posting all sorts of compromising and embarrassing photos of friends and strangers alike, I figured it's only fair to post horribly embarrassing pics of me as well!
Later that night, Meredith came over with good news and bad news. The good news was she was finally ready to get back together. The bad news was that she wanted me to read the book Men Are Mars, Women Are from Venus. (Which, and I never thought in a million years that I'd actually say this, I learned a lot from and actually totally changed our relationship for the better!)
Painting makes you thirsty - so I went into Grant's fridge to look for something to drink to discover that the only thing he had was this box of "Boing!" (Boing! is a fake mango drink that makes you want to say its name as you jump around with the box).
